The bruises on my throat healed long ago. But the scars remain, grown into antennae alert to echoes of my past.
The bruises on my throat healed long ago

I remember this post. It’s beautiful and I wanted to remind you (as if you’d forgotten!) how moving it is, still is. I appreciate you and even though we all went on a wild ride recently, you remain a true and authentic soul. I am worried about others and their journey and continue to pray and hope for healing. I guess I’m feeling sentimental as tomorrow I turn 55. I’m excited and honored to read good writing and am glad I stumbled upon you! Namaste.

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